Radio silence. I don't do furry. That was enough. It was just that they hurt me, and I got mad, but mad translated directly to food.
Damian trailed me like a lost puppy that had found a likely handout. y us as his knees collapsed, and we ended on the floor with my legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside my body. Requiem caught me, steadied me. He asked my advice about only one thing.
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